Next to You
by standing-in-the-doorway
Summary: He'll drop everything with just one phone call from her. BB. Post Aliens in the Spaceship.
1. The Call

_AN: My first Bones fic! Please be kind! _

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Booth's cell phone ring cut through thick silence that stood between him and Cam as they sat in her living room eating take out from Wong Foos. The FBI agent had been oddly quiet since that morning when he had pulled Dr. Temperance Brennan out of the sand after being buried alive. Noting the name on the caller ID, he jumped off the couch, turning his back to Cam for some privacy and answered.

"Bones? What's up? Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern, body tense and ready for action. "No I'm not busy." Behind him, Cam rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her wine. "I know, I know, Bones. I'll be right over." He turned back to Cam while grabbing his coat and car keys. "I've got to go."

"Of course you do." The normally perceptive agent didn't stop to notice the defeat in her tone so she called out to him before he was out the door. "Seeley, if you leave, that's it for us." It wasn't a threat or ultimatum because she knew there was no chance that he would stay, not when _she_ had called, but she wanted to end this now before she let herself be lulled into comfortable patterns again.

"Cam, let's not be hasty. Bones just went through something traumatic, Angela is with Hodgins, her brother is in North Carolina, and I'm her partner. I need to be there for her. It has nothing to do with us."

"Seeley, I've known you a long time and while you may deny whatever is going on between you and Brennan, I saw the fear you had for her life, how crazed you were running down that hill, how you looked at her when she came out alive and it means something. And while the take out food and casual sex is great, I want something that means something too. I deserve someone who is going to drop everything when I call."

He considered her for a moment before nodding his head. "You do. And I've got to go."

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Brennan answered the door in her pajamas, a white ribbed tank top and blue striped cotton pants, and her eyes were red-rimmed and glassy. Booth took one look at her and his heart ached.

"Hey. Come on in." He followed her into the apartment, his Army and FBI trained eyes scanning the room. A half empty wine bottle sat on the counter and a half empty glass on red wine rested on the coffee table next to an forensic anthropology journal open to the first few pages. She obviously hadn't been able to concentrate. "I'm sorry I called you. I know you have other things to do. I just didn't know who else…" she trailed off.

"There's nowhere I'd rather be right now," he told her, chocolate eyes focused on her icy blue ones. Shivering under the intensity of his gaze, Brennan broke eye contact and turned toward the kitchen.

"Can I get you something to drink? Beer? Wine?"

"Beer would be fine." He tried not to flinch when she opened the refrigerator but he got his beer without incident and then, they settled on the couch. Booth took a pull of his beer while he contemplated his partner. She sat quietly, swirling her wine in the glass, her eyes cloudy and haunted. "So when you called," he started slowly, "you sounded upset." That was an understatement. Normally calm, rational Bones had sounded hysterical.

"I had drifted off to sleep and dreamt about being…being in the car. I overreacted. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Bones." He laid his warm hand over her smaller one and squeezed gently. Moved by his touch and overwhelmed by the emotions that had been building over the past twenty-four hours, she inhaled a long shuddering breath.

"I've just never been so scared." The words escaped in a sob and Booth immediately pulled her into his arms.

"I know, I know," he whispered against her hair as she cried into his chest. "I've never been so scared either." He meant it too. As an Army Ranger, he had been in many life threatening situations, but never before had his heart been filled with such cold dread as it had been as when he received the phone call from the Grave Digger saying Brennan and Hodgins had been taken, as it had been when he watched the clock tick down to zero. Never before had he experienced such relief as when he pulled her from beneath the sand and held her in his arms as she gasped for air.

He held her as she cried, rocking her gently and rubbing her back comfortingly. "I promise you we will catch the guy that did this to you and I will make him pay." Eventually, her tears subsided, but she remained in his embrace, enjoying the warmth of his body when only hours ago she had felt the cold fingers of death upon her. After sitting in comfortable silence for awhile, Booth finally spoke. "Ya know, Bones, this is why people have TVs. Distraction, taking your mind off things."

"I told you I like to read," she sniffled. Booth rolled his eyes with a smile and reached forward, snagging the anthropology journal off the coffee table.

"Fine then, Bones. We'll read." He began to read aloud at the page Brennan had left open although he didn't really understand the article. After about twenty minutes, he glanced down to find that Brennan had fallen asleep against him. He smirked. "Yeah, this stuff puts me to sleep too," he said softly before getting up, extremely careful not to disturb her. He scooped her up in a fireman's carry and brought her to her bedroom. Pulling back the covers with one hand, he laid her beneath them and then tucked them back around her.

Brushing a kiss against her forehead, he whispered, "Sleep well, Bones."

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	2. The Note

_Thanks for all the great reviews - I hope they keep coming! I've decided to make this one a multi-parter so enjoy!_

_Important story point: doesn't allow for strikethroughs so the underlined part of the note is actually supposed to be scratched out. _

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Booth sank into his office chair with a tired sigh. He hadn't slept well the night before on Brennan's couch. Between the two of them, they had woken up every few hours with nightmares about the ordeal with the Grave Digger even though they were both in desperate need of sleep. Even with all the coffee he had consumed, he was still exhausted and was only stressing himself out more by worrying about Brennan. Despite his vigorous protests, she had not surprisingly insisted on going into the lab today and he had dropped her off before coming to his own office. 

"Hey Booth," a fellow agent entered his office and placed a box full of stuff on the chair opposite his desk. "Here are the personal effects we took out of Dr. Brennan's car after digging it up. Our CSI guys looked at it and didn't find anything but I thought maybe you would want your squints to take a look."

"Thanks Peterson," he said, nodding at the fellow agent. As the other man left his office, Booth headed over to check out the bagged items in the box. A bunch of pens, water bottles, an empty perfume bottle, nothing too interesting. That is until he came across three individually bagged pieces of paper. One was addressed to Angela in Hodgins' chicken scratch and another addressed to Russ in Brennan's neat script which he set aside. But what really drew Booth's attention was another note in her handwriting with his own name on it.

Gingerly, he turned the evidence bag in his hands, wondering whether or not to read it. Obviously, it was a goodbye note and there was no need to say goodbye. 'Thank God' he thought, sending another silent prayer heavenward. He should respect that these were written at a stressful time and were not meant to be read if she was still alive.

But on the other hand, he was curious and it was addressed to him after all. Making a decision, he slid the paper out of the bag and began to read.

_Booth-  
Do not blame yourself for what happened. I know you probably will anyway, but you shouldn't. I know you and I know you did everything you could.  
You've been an amazing partner and friend. Our partnership has enriched my life in countless ways. Thank you for everything.   
Love,_ _Temperance Bones_

The note was terse and to the point, like most of Brennan's communications, but Booth knew her well enough to see the emotions shine through. More telling than anything was the way she has signed it. That she had thought twice of signing her given name, scratched it out, and signed it Bones touched him. The nickname had long ago stopped being something he called her to get under her skin and became a term of endearment.

His heart ached as his mind conjured an image of a terrified Brennan running out of air, writing what she thought would be her last words to him. He shut his eyes tightly against the image only to find the words "Love Bones" floating behind his eyelids in her tidy script.

Sliding the note back into the evidence bag, he placed it in his desk instead of back in the cardboard box with the other items from the car, then grabbed his keys and headed out to the Jeffersonian.


	3. The Kiss

Booth entered the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab with a nod to the familiar security guard. Moving further into the building, he was glad to see that Brennan wasn't on the platform with the other squints because he wanted to speak with her in private. He made his way to her office and, finding the door open, rapped his knuckles against the frame to alert her to his presence. 

"Bones, we need to talk," he said, entering her office and closing the door behind him.

"Did you find something new on the case?" she asked, getting up from her computer and coming around to the front of her desk.

"No, but I did find your note." Brennan's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to reply, but Booth held up his hand to quiet her. "Maybe I shouldn't have read it, but I did." He paused for a moment, taking in the adorable way her teeth worried her lower lip as she waited for his response to her would-be last words. He gave her a lopsided smile and spoke softly, "Bones, our friendship means a lot to me too. When you and Hodgins were down in that car and I thought I might never see you again, I was so terrified. You're the best partner I've ever had and I don't ever want to lose you." He paused again, letting his words sink in and then continued, his voice filled with barely restrained emotions. "But you're more than just a partner to me. And I don't want to keep ignoring that and doing this Scully and Mulder thing for years." Her quietly pleased expression turned confused.

"I don't know what that means."

"It means please don't kick my ass if I kiss you." He didn't wait for her reply, just stepped forward and reached for her. One strong hand slipped over her smooth cheek, the other went to her waist pulling her against him. Shocked, Brennan didn't resist as he lowered his head and brushed his lips gently against hers. Instinctually, she responded to him, slanting her head and allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Booth nearly moaned. Brennan, who could be so cold, hard and scientific most of the time, felt unbelievably soft against him. Although he had never admitted it to himself before the events of the past day had forced him to, he had wanted this for a while and kissing Bones was better than he could have imagined.

He broke the kiss so they could catch their breath, but kept his face close to hers, tenderly running his thumb over her defined cheekbone. Their eyes locked, chocolate brown meeting icy blue, and Brennan felt the air go out of her. She was surprised that he had kissed her, surprised by the heat she felt rushing through her.

And they were both a little surprised that she hadn't slapped him for his bold advances.

"Booth, I…" She was at a loss for words, not a normal state for Dr. Temperance Brennan. "Booth," she whispered again, the moment surrounding them, filling them.

A knock on the door broke them apart. Brennan jumped back from Booth, eyes wide like a deer caught in the head lights. She looked away from her partner and smoothed down her lab coat before calling for the person at the door to come in. Zack Addy opened the door and poked his head in.

"Dr. Brennan, Angela's had a breakthrough on the Grave Digger case." Without waiting for another word, Booth and Brennan were out the door and headed down the hallway to Angela's office.

When all the staff was assembled in her office, Angela began to speak. "I took a look at the parking garage security tapes again this morning. Yesterday, we found out that there was no coverage of where Jack and Bren were taken so today I looked at the exit video. I focused in on who was driving Bren's car on its way out." She pulled up an image on the computer screen. Booth could barely suppress the growl that welled in his chest at the image of Brennan slumped in the passenger seat of her own car. However, the image of the driver was unclear. A hooded sweatshirt obscured his face.

"Can you get a face from this?" Cam asked.

"No," Angela answered, "but while I was doing this, Jack was analyzing the piece of sticker that he found in his leg. He brought it to me and we came up with an idea of what it would look like and, based on how the car impacted him, where it would be placed on the car."

"So then Angela ran our blueprint through the computer against the video of all vehicles coming into the parking garage," Jack continued. "And we got this." Angela pulled up another image. The car showed a bumper sticker in the right location, the right colors, so Angela zeroed in on the face of the driver. This time, the face was clear and Brennan gasped in recognition.

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	4. The Questions

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"Are you sure, Ange? Are you absolutely sure?" Brennan asked, amazed at seeing the image of Janine O'Connell, the journalist who co-wrote the Grave Digger books on the screen.

"It's the only car with a sticker that fits the piece we took out of Jack's leg. It has to be her." Booth snapped his phone open.

"It's Booth. I need a warrant for the arrest of Janine O'Connell for the kidnapping and attempted murder of Dr. Temperance Brennan and Dr. Jack Hodgins." He spoke for a few more moments to his colleague and then hung up the phone. "Bones, print these out with the findings and get them over to my office." He turned to leave but she ran after him.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get the Grave Digger," he told her, steely determination in his voice hiding his anger at himself. He had that woman in his office, in his reach, and didn't peg her as a suspect. A sleazy opportunist, sure, but not a serial killer. His suspicions had been directed at Vega and he had let a killer slip through his fingers and nearly take Bones away from him.

"Well, you're not going without me." Her legs moved quickly to keep up with his long strides, but then he stopped suddenly and caught her arm.

"Not this time, Bones. You're too close to this one."

"And you're not?" Booth wanted to argue but she made a good point. Besides, the fire in her blue eyes told him he wouldn't win this fight.

"Fine. Let's go."

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Brennan absentmindedly rubbed the burn marks on the back of her neck as she watched Booth interrogate her kidnapper through the one way mirror. They had kept her alone in the interrogation room while they questioned Vega, but they determined that the man had nothing to do with it. They had released him, distraught and with a warning from Booth that if he made one wrong move he would pulled back in by the FBI in a nanosecond.

After releasing Vega, Booth joined O'Connell in the other interrogation room, banishing Bones to watch. The arrested woman hadn't cracked under Booth's questioning, but Brennan could see the strain was beginning to get to her. However, the strain was wearing on Booth as well. She could see it in the way his shoulders slouched and the way he clenched and unclenched fists.

"Come on, Janine," he said, trying a different tack and giving her a twisted version of his charm smile, "just tell me how you did it. I'm dying to know. How'd you get the car down in that hole before they woke up? I mean it has got to be a pretty big hole. How did no one notice?"

"Don't answer that," her lawyer said.

"Janine, just tell me, I'm curious. It seems like such an impressive feat." O'Connell just stared back at him, one manicured eyebrow arched as she silently challenged him to keep pushing her. Sensing her impenetrability and outraged at her apparent indifference, Booth lost his cool and slammed his fist against the table.

"Goddammit, O'Connell! You're responsible for the deaths of three people, two little boys! You kidnapped my partner, buried her underground, she nearly died!!!!" He was out of his chair, leaning across the table, his palms planted against the steel and his body shaking with fury. "If you think I'm letting you out of here without a confession, you are sorely mistaken." This woman nearly took his Bones away. He wanted to reach across the table and throttle her, take away her air and make her feel her as scared as Bones had been.

Brennan watched, arms crossed over her chest, the tension running through Booth mirrored in her. She wanted the confession, needed to hear it. A trial could extend for months or years and be a complete media circus. She needed the closure now. She was so focused on what was happening in front of her that she hadn't heard Cullen come in behind her.

"I'm pulling him out," the director said after watching the interrogation for a few minutes.

"Give him more time," Brennan pleaded. "He'll get through."

"We have more than enough evidence to convict. This is a waste of time. I'm pulling him out."

"I'm sorry Bones, I should have gotten that confession. It would have made things easier." Booth moped into his coffee as they sat across from each other in the diner.

"It's okay, Booth." She knew he felt he had failed her, but since he pulled her out of the ground it would take a long time before she saw him as anything but her hero. "Don't be so hard on yourself." She reached out and ran her thumb over his knuckles, raw and bandaged from punching the table in the interrogation room. He gave her a weak smile.

"It's getting late. You should get home and get some sleep."

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	5. The Second Try

_Thanks for bearing with me through finals_ _and such a great big thanks to everyone who wished me well. Haven't gotten grades yet but at least I'm done! This part is a little short, but I wanted to post it so people wouldn't forget about this fic. Enjoy!_

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Booth rolled down the windows of his SUV when he saw Brennan come out of her building. He had noticed this new tic of hers and understood it completely. She hated being in the car, in any enclosed space, and needed the fresh air circulating. He wondered how long it would be before she got over this new habit or if it would be with her for the rest of her life. Once again, he cursed himself for not finding her sooner and for not being able to get a confession out of O'Connell. He pushed those thoughts aside and put on a cheerful face as his partner got into the passenger seat. 

"Morning Bones."

"Good morning, Booth." He drove her to the Jeffersonian, parked in the garage, and escorted her into the building. She wanted to protest that she could take care of herself, but the parking garage still gave her the creeps. Entering the lab, they were surprised to find Angela, Hodgins, and Zack bent over one of the tables. Brennan was almost always the first to arrive. The three squints looked up from the papers they were examining when the partners walked in.

"I think we've got something."

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"I thought I told you that the case was closed." Cullen said, his eyes narrowed at the agent standing in his office. "And you went and continued investigating anyway?"

"It wasn't me, sir. It was Dr. Hodgins. He used the Cantilever Group's private investigator to look into O'Connell's past and he found the connection. I think I can use it to get a confession."

"And I told you we don't need a confession because we have more than enough evidence for a conviction. I told you, Booth, case closed."

"Please, sir, Dr. Brennan and Dr. Hodgins don't feel closure on this case. After all the cases they have helped us solve I think we owe them this. Just give me one more chance in a room with O'Connell." Deputy Director Cullen glared at his agent. He was angry that Booth had gone behind his back and even angrier that he was right. Booth's lady scientist and her team of squints had proved an invaluable asset and deserved justice. He gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head and Booth darted out of the room.

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Once again, Brennan watched from the other side of the one way mirror as her partner interrogated the Grave Digger

"Tell me about Joey." The look of surprise on Janine's face was evident for a split second before she snapped her defenses up. Her lawyer looked confused. Booth flipped open the file and drew out an aged photo of two children. "All right then, why don't I tell you about Joey? He was your younger brother. When you were 15 and he was 12, he disappeared. Cops suspected kidnapping, called in the FBI, but he was never found."

"I already know all this, Agent Booth. How is this relevant?"

"You never got over it, did you Janine? He was in your care at the time. You were at the mall together and your mom put you in charge. But you were too interested in shopping to pay attention to your baby brother and then he was gone." Booth's voice was hard and accusatory. "He was kidnapped and killed because you didn't pay attention."

"It wasn't my fault." Janine was visibly upset and Booth fought the urge to smirk. He knew the brother was the key. "The FBI should have done more. You gave up too soon."

"And that's why you started this whole thing, isn't it? You wanted to prove to everyone that it wasn't your fault, that it was the FBI that failed Joey, not you." He stood, leaning over the woman, trying to intimidate her. "So you created a way to show the world, didn't you Janine? Didn't you? You became the Grave Digger to show up the FBI. You kidnapped people and buried them alive, then made your own rules to mess with the K&R guys. And you thought you could get away with it!"

"Well I did, didn't I?" O'Connell slammed her hand down on the table. Her lawyer's eyes went wide, but she had obviously snapped and there was nothing he could do about it. "It took you years to figure out it was me and I was right under your nose! You let five people die, just like Joey, because you couldn't figure it out. It was your fault, not mine! It was your fault!" She was screaming at him, but Booth just sat back in his chair and smiled. He had gotten his confession.

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	6. The End or The Beginning?

"You did well, Booth." 

"Thanks, Bones." He glanced at her in her regular place in the passenger seat of the SUV as they drove back to the Jeffersonian. The sun shone in through the windshield and glinted off her hair making it glow copper. The tip of her nose and apples of her cheeks were reddened by the cold wind blowing through the open window and once again Booth was struck with how unbelievably grateful he was that the Grave Digger hadn't succeeded with her most recent victims. His renewed confidence after gaining the confession brought him to a decision. When he pulled up in front of the lab, he put the car in park and turned to face his partner.

"Are you coming in? I thought you had to go back to the Hoover Building."

"No, I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes."

"About what?" Brennan turned in her seat to face him.

"About the other day."

"I told you, Booth. I'm fine. I have no side effects from the oxygen deprivation and I haven't had any more dreams. I'm over it." Booth sighed inwardly. There was no way someone could be buried alive for 12 hours and have no repercussions, even if that person didn't believe in psychology. He wished that Bones would stop being so stubborn and open up to him when she needed to. But that wasn't the conversation he was looking to have with her again right now.

"That's not what I was talking about, Bones. I meant yesterday in your office."

"Oh." It could have been his imagination but her cheeks reddened even further in a blush as she averted her eyes. "Don't worry about it. You were emotional after reading my note and overreacted. Let's just put it behind us and move on." Booth had expected that kind of reaction from her, but it still hurt his heart to hear her dismiss him so easily.

"What if I don't want to put it behind us?" He reached out and brushed his knuckle along her jawline, gently directing her gaze back to him. Her eyes were an icy blue that sparkled with a myriad of emotions that Booth couldn't decipher. He hoped the affection in his chocolate orbs was easier for her to read. "What if I kissed you because I have feelings for you and I think that you might have feelings for me, too?" The emotions swirling in her eyes landed on one, panic, and once again, she turned her head away from him.

"I need to get back to work." She fled the SUV, ignoring his calls after her.

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Booth eyed Brennan's door with trepidation. He had let her go that afternoon, hadn't chased her into the Jeffersonian because it wasn't the time or the place. But now he was prepared. Or at least he thought he had been prepared but when faced with knocking on her door, his confidence dropped. Now or never, he told himself, took a deep breath and knocked.

Brennan opened the door to find Booth on the other side holding up a six pack of beer. He held it out as a peace offering. "Can I come in?" She considered him skeptically before stepping aside and letting him in. He walked into the kitchen, cracked open two beers and handed her one. They drank, the silence stretching between them before the FBI agent finally spoke. "Are you ever going to talk to me?"

"And say what, Booth? I really don't know what's going on here."

"What's going on is that I kissed you and told you that I have feelings for you and you blew me off. I just want to talk about this with you without you running away."

"I didn't run away," she protested weakly, avoiding eye contact.

"You literally ran away," he replied, laughing a little. "Listen, Bones, if I've completely misread you then just say so. Say you don't have feelings for me too and I'll just drop this. We'll be partners, friends, and that's it. Just look me in the eye and tell me you don't feel something for me."

"I can't," she said, her gravelly voice low. Booth wanted to grin, but he kept it inside. He knew he hadn't misjudged her feelings for him. Now to get her to put those feelings into actions.

"So," he purred, rolling the word around in his mouth, "if we both have feelings for each other, why not see where this goes?" He put his beer down on the counter and took a step towards her. She stepped back.

"Booth, you know that my work is the most important thing to me. You're my partner and therefore, a large part of that work. If we were to pursue a romantic relationship, it would jeopardize that work." He could see that wheels turning in her head, trying to rationalize her way out of her feelings. "It could interfere with our fieldwork or be used against us in court. And if it doesn't work out, what would happen to our partnership?" Her deep blue eyes met his dark orbs, her vulnerability clear to him despite the walls she tried to erect. "I can't lose you as a partner, Booth…or as a friend."

"Bones, I promise you," he took her hand tenderly in his, "I will always be here for you. Always." She held his gaze and his hand for a moment, eyes filling with tears before looking away.

"Don't promise me that. No one can promise that." Her voice cracked and Booth's brow furrowed. He hated that she was so broken on the inside. He wanted to hold her until she forgot her past, forgot how she had been abandoned and left with only her work. He wanted to make her believe in his promise of always because he truly meant it. But one step at a time.

"Fine, I won't promise that. But I will promise that I will do everything in my power to stay with you as long as I can as a partner and as a friend." He reached out and stroked his fingers over the soft skin of her neck, his voice dropping to a husky tone, "and as a lover if you'll let me."

Brennan found herself lost in his eyes, his warm hand against her skin, and his low voice moving over her like warm molasses. Her breath was caught in her throat as they stood frozen in that moment. She wanted to say yes to him so badly. She wasn't sure when her feelings for Booth had started to change, but she had thought about the two of them together and she thought it could be great. But she hadn't wanted to risk it. Logically, the costs could greatly outweigh the rewards.

Yet with Booth standing in front of her, his large frame invading her personal space, she found herself unable to say no.

"Temperance," he murmured, his use of her first name sending shivers down her spine. He moved closer still, taking her silence as encouragement, his breath hot against her ear, "please let me."

Her hands came from where they had been hanging limply at her side to rest on his well defined stomach and pushed him back slightly, if only so she could have some room to catch her breath. No other man had ever made her feel like this, out of control of her emotions and her body. She wasn't sure if she liked it and wasn't sure if she would be able to give it up now that she had tasted it. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. "Can we just…go slowly?"

"Slowly? I can do slowly." With a grin, Booth took her face between his hands, his thumbs stroking tenderly over her cheekbones, and he bent his head so his mouth lingered right above hers. Each movement was so achingly slow, letting the tension build to a fever pitch. Finally, he moved the last millimeter, sealing their lips together in a kiss that was slow, sweet, sensuous, and perfect.

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